“Princess of Farms” is not normally a title I would give to myself. I don’t think of myself as a princess or anything of the sort. But apparently my eight year old self knew the path my life would take.
I posted this online last year and ever since I have found myself with the nickname “Princess of Farms.” I have come to like it, and think of it is a compliment now. At this point, I’d have to say it really is a well-deserved name. Learn how to drive a tractor and baler, harvest beans, and do other odds and ends around the farm, and you can call yourself anything you want.
I didn’t grow up on a farm. I grew up on a five acre horse property surrounded by farms. I knew what corn, beans, and wheat looked like, and I knew what hard work was. We got up early and went to bed late on the days we went to horse shows. We put hay up in the loft. We cleaned stalls, sheds, and barns. We missed other things because of horse shows. While all these things prepared me for farming, I still had yet to learn what being a farmer meant.
I met my farmer in a bar. I had always admired farmers, thought their tractors were cool–you know, the important stuff–so when the conversation turned to the family farm he had my attention. I thought– I could be a farmer’s wife. Less than two years later, and I was.
I decided to jump right in. After our wedding and honeymoon, we moved into our house and I was already on the tractor baling oat straw. It was August, and it was hot. It was just a glimpse into what my future would hold.
I told my husband I would learn to drive any of the farm equipment as long as he was the one teaching, and I made it clear I wanted to learn during a slow time or in the off season. Nothing is worse than trying to learn right in the middle of baling season or harvest, when stress levels are high.
The next summer I was upgraded to the John Deere 7920, complete with auto-steer, AC, and a radio. I spent two weekends baling straw until the sun went down. Selfies were obviously a must.
When the days are long and we aren’t fighting daylight to get things done, I do the necessities at home so I can head over to the farm. I help load hay and straw, clean filters and windows, and sometimes even drive wagons to the field. It can be hard to fit in an 8-hour workday, take care of animals at home, and help on the farm, but I am trying. My husband and our business partner have it mastered. I am constantly amazed by how hard they work, and yet the work is never done. But just like any other passion, farmers do what it takes to keep things going.
Oh and P.S.- The highlight of 2015 was definitely learning to drive the combine.